The holographic game-zone grid flickered with a harsh, neon-crimson pulse over the shattered stone of Sector 4. Inside the administrative boundary, Freak stood entirely stripped of his legendary Paryabeksanik Abha, his ultimate defensive crutch having been forcefully revoked by Ninten's reality-coded rule. Yet, far from showing fear, a cold, calculated smile played across Freak's lips.
"Without my Abha?" Freak repeated softly, his dark eyes locking onto Ninten with predatory intent. "Wonderful. So I'll kill you with my bare hands now."
Before Ninten could even blink or adjust his Anomaly Merger parameters, Freak vanished from his coordinates.
WHOOSH!
A shockwave tore through the air as Freak materialized directly in front of Ninten. With a devastating, concentrated surge of void energy shaped like a compressed star, Freak unleashed a full-power, close-range Big Beng straight into Ninten's chest.
KABOOM!
The blinding explosion swallowed Ninten whole, obliterating his multi-layered armor, shattering his gaming avatars into digital pixel dust, and erasing his physical form entirely from the game-zone.
Silence fell over the crater for half a second.
Then, the system's auto-respawn code violently glitched back to life. A pillar of chaotic, iridescent light erupted from the ash, and Ninten stepped out, completely reassembled, his power levels surging with a loud, triumphant DING!
"Is that really all you got?" Ninten grinned, his voice echoing with renewed strength. "Every time you drop me, my adaptive respawn code makes me stronger!"
Freak didn't flinch. His expression remained ice-cold. Without a wasted breath, Freak raised his hand and channeled a second, even more violent Big Beng, driving it straight through Ninten's skull.
CRASH!
Ninten disintegrated into nothingness.
RESPAWN SEQUENCE INITIATED.
ADAPTIVE RESISTANCE: +50% ACTIVE.
Ninten materialized out of thin air a microsecond later, his fists igniting with double the kinetic fury. "Death number two! Let's go!"
Freak didn't speak. He simply struck again.
What followed was a horrific, repetitive, awe-inspiring cycle of relentless violence. Freak, possessing combat reflexes honed across forgotten epochs, systematically dismantled Ninten ten times in a row, utilizing ten distinct, terrifying executions:
Death 1: Freak blasted Ninten with a point-blank Big Beng, turning him into atomic ash. Ninten respawned with doubled kinetic output.
Death 2: Freak severed Ninten's spatial coordinates with a dimensional edge, slicing him into neat cubes. Ninten respawned with spatial-immunity code hardcoded into his core.
Death 3: Freak crushed Ninten under a gravitational singularity that warped local time. Ninten respawned with temporal acceleration active.
Death 4: Freak tore out Ninten's digital heart with a void-infused claw strike. Ninten respawned with a duplicated, multi-core mechanical chassis.
Death 5: Freak flooded Ninten's nervous system with hyper-frequency entropy. Ninten respawned with entropy-nullifying firewall protocols.
Death 6: Freak hurled Ninten into the core of a decaying stellar anomaly. Ninten respawned absorbing cosmic plasma directly into his bloodline.
Death 7: Freak erased Ninten's combat memory files with psychological void-magic. Ninten respawned with instincts hardcoded straight from archaic combat databases.
Death 8: Freak impaled Ninten on a lance of pure conceptual non-existence. Ninten respawned by rewriting the very concept of his own survival into the game engine.
Death 9: Freak shattered Ninten's game-zone boundaries and compressed his entire body into a singularity. Ninten respawned by expanding his code across the entire sector's hardware.
Death 10: Freak unleashed a continent-splitting void-slash that cleaved Ninten's soul into a million drifting fragments. Ninten respawned with all ten previous adaptations fused simultaneously into a single, blinding, hyper-evolved form.
When Ninten materialized for the tenth time, his entire body hummed with an iridescent, god-like resonance. He was faster, stronger, and infinitely more dangerous than he had been at the start of the match.
Freak finally paused, his dark robes rippling as he lowered his hands. A look of profound, administrative realization dawned on his face. He stared at Ninten not with anger, but with the weary annoyance of a senior programmer dealing with an infuriating bug-abuser.
"I see..." Freak muttered, shaking his head slowly. "You're completely cheating. You're trying to out-scale the developer of the game itself. You can't beat or kill the Final Boss and Admin of the game as a mere player using rule-exploits."
Realizing that trading blows with Ninten's infinite respawn loop was a waste of system resources and time, Freak simply turned his back on him, raising his hand to begin dodging and stalling out Ninten's incoming attacks with casual, effortless side-steps.
"Hey! Get back here and fight my tenth-form avatar!" Ninten yelled, lunging forward with a flurry of Kratos-infused axe strikes that Freak effortlessly ducked under.
Before Ninten could press the attack further, a sharp, crackling surge of blue lightning cut across the stone.
ZAP!
Thunder stepped directly into the path between them, his eyes glowing with high-voltage electricity as he locked a severe, tactical gaze onto Freak.
High above the battlefield, floating in the invisible observation interface of the tournament's live broadcast feeds, a deep, synthetic announcer voice echoed across the open air like a retro arcade game:
[ANNOUNCEMENT: PLAYER 2 HAS JOINED THE GAME.]
Current Status: Player 1 (Freak) vs. Player 2 (Thunder).
Freak's eyes flicked up toward Thunder, a cold smirk returning to his lips. "Ah. The lightning conduit. Let's see if your hardware lasts longer than your teammate's."
Without hesitation, Freak lunged toward Thunder, unleashing a torrential storm of void-drenched martial arts. Thunder met him blow for blow, his electric fists clashing against Freak's dark void strikes in a blinding display of high-speed combat. Every punch shook the canyon floor, sending shockwaves rippling across the remaining stone pillars.
Yet, as Thunder stepped in to take center stage, a frustrating reality hit Ninten: Thunder's direct engagement completely ruined Ninten's meticulously planned game-zone rules and setup.
"Hey! Thunder! You're messing up my aggro table!" Ninten shouted, his face twisting in annoyance.
Ninten's gamer ego flared. If Freak was going to fight Thunder, Ninten was going to turn it into his personal administrative playground—whether Thunder liked it or not.
With frantic keystrokes in his mind, Ninten rapidly rewrote the game-zone's conditional logic in real-time, injecting a brand new, highly manipulative rule into the system architecture:
[NEW ADMINISTRATIVE RULE FORCED]
If Arsh-Al-Qur-Haque (Freak) harms, strikes, or targets the creator (Thunder) within this zone, Thunder shall instantly receive a 100× Sakti boost, while Freak shall automatically incur a corresponding -100× Sakti penalty.
"Let's see you bypass this math, bro!" Ninten grinned maliciously.
Before Thunder could react or back away, Ninten deliberately, forcefully, and trickily dashed forward, physically inserting himself right into the dead center of Thunder and Freak's crossfire just as Freak unleashed a devastating, high-velocity Galaxy Slash (a space-type ultimate art).
SLASH!
Freak's blade cleaved straight through Ninten's newly respawned avatar, but the spatial shockwave rippled instantly into Thunder, triggering the administrative rule.
DING! SYSTEM ALARM!
RULE VIOLATION DETECTED! INFLICTING PENALTY & BUFF.
In a fraction of a millisecond, a massive column of golden, hyper-concentrated cosmic light erupted around Thunder. His blue lightning turned pure, dazzling white, his core processing speed overclocked by one thousand percent, and his overall power scaling skyrocketed by an astronomical 100× Sakti boost.
At the exact same time, a heavy, suffocating purple aura of system debuffs crashed down onto Freak. His void energy drained instantly, his movements grew sluggish, and his core strength plunged by a devastating -100× Sakti penalty.
"What?!" Freak gasped, stumbling backward as his limbs felt suddenly heavy and unresponsive.
"My turn," Thunder said coldly.
Empowered by the unfair, game-breaking 100× boost gifted by Ninten's rule manipulation, Thunder moved faster than light itself. He vanished from his spot and reappeared directly in front of Freak, delivering a series of lightning-fast, inescapable electrical strikes that bypassed Freak's weakened defenses entirely.
BAM! CRASH! ZAP!
Freak was sent hurtling backward across the shattered canyon, skidding violently through three massive boulders before crashing into the dust. Thunder stood over him, ready to unleash a finishing strike that would secure total dominance.
"We got him!" Ninten cheered.
But the battle was far from over.
Sensing that their most powerful ally was on the verge of being humiliated by Team Thunder's ridiculous rule-cheats, the battered remnants of Team Suleiman and Team Hira suddenly surged forward from the perimeter ridges.
"Don't let them isolate him!" Samir roared, leading the charge of Team Suleiman's remaining warriors.
Beside them, Khandaker Jamuna Al-Hira and her sisters—backed by the recovering elite members of the alliance—unleashed a coordinated, multi-elemental barrage of spatial folds, ancestral kinetic pulses, and high-voltage suppression grids.
The battlefield fractured instantly. The clean 1v1 duel dissolved into absolute, chaotic multi-player madness.
[MULTIPLAYER OVERFLOW DETECTED]
Active Combatants: Player 1 (Freak) + Players 3 through 14 (Team Suleiman & Team Hira Alliance) vs. Player 2 (Thunder) & Ninten.
Ninten's administrative game-zone, overloaded by the sudden influx of fourteen separate player signatures and conflicting spiritual auras, began to spark and glitch violently. The neon grid lines flickered, warning codes flashed across the sky, and the hardcoded rules began to unravel at the seams.
"Ah, crap! The server is crashing from too many simultaneous connections!" Ninten yelled, frantically trying to re-allocate his processing power.
Stripped of his debuffs as the game-zone collapsed under the player overflow, Freak pushed himself up from the rubble. A dark, terrifying smile spread across his face as he felt his void energy rush back into his veins.
"Your little administrative sandbox is broken, Ninten," Freak whispered, his eyes glowing with malicious triumph.
Freak raised both hands high into the air, expanding his spiritual resonance to its absolute, horrifying limit. A massive, swirling vortex of absolute void-darkness tore open the sky above the canyon.
"Let me show you a true administrative command," Freak declared.
Freak opened his ultimate, signature domain: Animan's Operating World.
The moment the domain opened, Ninten's game-zone didn't just glitch—it was completely, utterly overwritten and bypassed. Animan's Operating World was the primordial root-level operating system of the entire universe, a higher-dimensional administrative layer that rendered all lower-tier game cheats, custom rules, and administrative edits completely null and void.
Ninten's holographic grid shattered like cheap glass into millions of useless digital fragments.
Before Ninten could even process the loss of his administrative privileges, Freak vanished into the folds of the Operating World.
SHING! SHING! SHING-SHING-SHING!
An infinite, blinding storm of spatial-void slashes erupted from every direction simultaneously. Freak, moving with the terrifying speed of root-level system code, unleashed unlimited slashes merged with pure, unadulterated Astragar Abha.
The strikes bypassed Ninten's adaptive respawn code, sliced through his multi-layered armor, and shredded his core metrics faster than his system could refresh.
Ninten's health bar plummeted from one hundred percent to absolute zero in less than half a second.
CRITICAL ERROR! PLAYER ELIMINATION IMMINENT!
As Ninten collapsed to the stone floor, bleeding digital light and gasping heavily for breath, his eyes widened in sheer, bewildered shock. He stared up at Freak, who stood over him like an executioner, holding a blade wreathed in absolute root-authority Astragar Abha.
"Busted... by my own brother..." Ninten wheezed, a pathetic, coughing laugh escaping his lips as his system core flashed a critical failure warning.
Freak raised his blade for the final, system-clearing execution strike. "Your cheats have expired, Ninten. End of session."
As the blade descended toward Ninten's chest, threatening to wipe him from the examination grid permanently, Ninten's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant, desperate spark of unhinged genius. Even as his system was getting thoroughly busted by his own flesh-and-blood brother, his brain was already furiously drafting lines of code for his next absurd, game-breaking maneuver.
"Heh... you think root-level access is enough to stop a true gamer?" Ninten whispered, his fingers twitching against the stone as he began mentally compiling his next ultimate cheat.